Hasty Repair
An astronaut seeks to patch up a spacecraft’s exterior.
Tethered from the space craft, United States Marine Corps Colonel Bilson Wallabee worked on the ship. He was also heckled by a United States Air Force Brigadier General named Causewell Plymouth.
“You can’t do it. Just admit and come back in here with the rest of us. You’re not equipped, Jarhead.”
“Please keep talking, your hatred is motivating me. And once I get done patching up this bucket, you’re going to thank me.”
“Thank you for what?”
“I’m going to allow you to breathe in space.” He reentered the ship and spoke.
“These eagles can come off at any time.”
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Skyler Saunders
I’ve been writing since I was five-years-old. I didn’t have a wide audience until I was nine. If you enjoy my work feel free to like but also never hesitate to share. Thank you for your patronage. Take care.
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